One Shot Collection: An accumulation of a fangirl's fantasies

Crammed//Rhys (The Tales from the Borderlands)

"God dammit!" Rhys kicked his foot into the wall. We were trapped inside one of the offices inside Atlas, a loose piece of the wall collapsed from above, isolating us and we got separated from the group.

I sat against the wall, I felt so crammed inside this little space, and Rhys wasn't making it better by getting worked up.
He sat down against the wall in front of me so we faced each other. His hands were planted on his forehead, he groaned loudly and it soon stretched out into a short scream/grunt.

"Hey! Can you calm down, you're gonna use up all the oxygen in here by working yourself up," I said sternly, frowning at him.

"This is your fault!" He pointed his finger so harshly at me, he was being selfish.

"Okay pretty boy, just because you scuffed up your over priced snake skinned shoes, don't blame me!" I said bobbing my head to each word, now I was getting worked up.

"You just wanted that gun so bad, you had to grab it!" He shouted back giving me the evil eye.

"Well no one asked for you to push me out of the way dumbass!" I regretted that a little, that was selfish of me to say, he did kind of save me. He was right though we both saw the wavering walls and fragility of the room, but I had to get the Atlas gun, it was such a beauty, until it got buried under the rubble.

Rhys slid his hands down his face and groaned.

"So you're basically telling me that I should have let you die?" He asked loudly but seriously.

"Ugh! Okay I'm sorry alright! I'm sorry," I said quieter and quieter.

"Yeah right," he said under his breath.

"Stop pissing me off! I apologized! Okay! Don't push my buttons of I will literally explode." I said back, and turned my back to him.

"Good, I don't want to look at you anyway," he said sassily.

"Screw off!" I snarled.

It was silent for a good minute until Rhys became a drama queen again.

"Ouch," I heard him say, and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh my god oh my god!" He said, and I turned around.

"What?!" I said.

"The back of my hand is sliced open," he turned it over to show me, "when I saved YOUR ass." He said back at me.

"Enough with that already! They're gonna find us, now let me see your hand," I said.

He squinted at me and brought his hand closer to me. I grabbed it, and he reacted immediately.

"Easy!" He said in pain.

"That is pretty deep, and it's dirty, I also see some shards of rock or metal or glass, I'm not sure," I said and saw that he looked so afraid, and I got the mischievous idea to mess with him.

"Either way it will go into your bloodstream, and you're probably gonna die," I said casually, making it seem like I was minimizing his injury.

"What?! No way! I'll have to pick it out with my fingers...immediately!" He said and proceeded to pick the dirt out, I widened my eyes.

"No stop! That's what will infect it is your dirty fingers! I was kidding!" I said slapping his good hand away.

"Wow, you're trying to kill me aren't you?" He said sarcastically.

"I'll try to find a first aid kit, there's probably one around this office," I said as began looking around.

"You mean what is left of the office," he said as he held his hand like a wounded kitten.